Songs in Strange Lands

Singing in strange lands, pulses shifting,The scent of rain, sap, skin a little different,Our tongues learn new lilting, fresh refrains, How can we sing our songs in these lands?Measures merging; paces, tastes, vibrations,Words echo divergent across mountains,Hollows, oceans, villas, high rise elevations,The reverberations change, some even forgetAnd yet, certain notes and phrases remain Outside and…

Sherlock: A.G.R.A and Clair De La Lune

In the last of my posts on popular fiction for a while I offer an exploration of Mary Morstan / Watson / AGRA. Soon it will be back to the poetry and interfaith / peace work. (At present doing the latter is enough and writing about it postponed) 14 January 2014 15:49 So Mary is…

Sherlocked: There is something about Mary …

Sherlocked: Mary, Mary Quite Contrary … (Read if you are a geek or Sherlocked 🙂 This is my second ‘nerdesk’ blog post in response to the story-weaving and word smithing in a very popular show. Hey, I’ve been poorly and this is my idea of brain exercise, OK? ) 17 December 2013 The game is…

Doctor Who: Who, Doctor?

It is late and I have the kind of schedule that lives me dreaming of having my own Tardis. Instead I am journeying into a library in the silence. Did you know that if you rearrange the letters of Dr Who you get ‘word’, ‘cohort’, ‘torchwood’? This is a sweet-shop for a word geek like me….

In Conversation – communication as art

Creativity inspires creativity. Last night I was chatting with an artist and friend about conversations between pieces of art and pieces of music, poetry etc. Responses create further responses, layering ideas and ways of seeing whilst also peeling back layers. This is no new thing; artist enclaves have always been en vogue and perhaps often…

The Book of Living

Andorra, gateway to hidden paths, Antonia Zenkevitch 2008 The Book of Living Inky shadows painted on light so we can see, From close to opening, a world as we perceive – Become ourselves for the Becoming to be, Core reacquainted on the rock to which we cleave Returning to renew; to be at-one and still…

Art reflecting Life, Art in Conflict with Life

A repetition in my art are words and image on glass. There is something about seeing life happen in the glass and the witness seeing themselves in the glass that appeals. In its simplest form this means there is both conflict and collaboration between daily reality and ‘art’ in the work. Art, writing does reflect and battle against our…

Space Invader

Space Invader I am a time eating space invader, I am fruit from a strange tree – With odd patterns and behaviour, I have come to drink your tea, I live within my own world sphere It may be obscure for some to see Yet many also feel Martian here There may be others just…

Salutation

In this poem I follow a perverse theme of mine, trying to put into words that which cannot be fully expressed with words. This is an exploration of the Sun Salutation of Yoga, which I see as a kind of soul salutation. Salutation Victorious breath, to release and rise Like undulating ocean, becoming open To…

because words are for sharing …

Someone beautiful, wise and weird recently suggested to me I share my poems in a blog. Please note that, while I am happy for this work to be quoted, it is copyrighted to me and using it is great only if you credit me with arranging the words into a poem. I can also be…